Too many times in recent weeks, one of us has walked into an area of the house and uttered the words, "What's that smell?" Reason for that query isn't the odor of a dog's messing on the rug or an over-ripe cat litter box. But in every case, some dog or cat has played a role in the odor's origin.
We installed dog doors so that the dogs can go outside at will. They have access to about an acre of fenced lawn and forest. The cats quickly learned how the dogs doors work as well. So far, so good. But our cats, being cats, like to bring back various prizes. Do they deposit their bounty on the back steps like most cats? Hell no; they bring it inside. Then they haul it around, snack a little, and leave the rest for a passerby, often in very conspicuous locations like the middle of the front hall.
Not to be left out, the dogs have gotten in on the action. Recently, we returned home to find an unidentifiable pile of guts in the family room. I'm not sure which was more revolting, the sight or the smell. We weren't sure what it had been when living, but once we found the back end of it in the living room, we knew it had been a rabbit. This was much more than something the cats could have done, but of course the two dogs acted as if they had been out at the movies all day and were utterly, cluelessly innocent. Having watched the two of them shred plush toys in games of tug-o-war many times, I can only imagine how the deed went down. EEEEyuck. Poor bunny rabbit.
Sometimes, whatever it is is still alive. Very alive... so much so that it makes a break for it. This explains how my mother-in-law came upon Bosco the dog and Lucy the cat chasing a terrified chipmunk through the house. (Did you know that when frightened, chipmunks scream? I didn't.) I caught the chipmunk with a waste basket and a toilet plunger and released it, freaked out but otherwise unharmed, into the front lawn. Unfortunately for the chipmunk, the usually sloth-like cat named Laverne emerged from the bushes, lumbered after the dazed chipmunk and, well, that was that. At least she didn't bring that one back in the house.
I am given cause to disgust you with all this because earlier this evening I settled in to watch a movie. We have this cool home theater (yeah, this is actually ours), and being a big dark room, the cats spend a lot of time in there. As the movie began, I become aware of "that smell." I tried to ignore it, and every time the air conditioning kicked on it kind of went away. But about 30 minutes into the film, I couldn''t stand it anymore. I stopped the DVD, turned on all the lights, and went on safari. After dissembling the seating unit, I located the source... or what was left of it. You don't want to know.
Fair warning to Laverne, Shirley and Lucy: the next thing to cause that smell may be what's left of you. Kidding. Not really. Kind of. Beware.